Horn Fair from Rumpled Muslin by Rumpled Muslin

As I was a-walking one morning in Spring
So soft blew the wind and the leaves growing green
I met a pretty fair damsel all on a grey mare
As she was a-riding on to Horn Fair

I asked this pretty fair maid for to let me ride
"Oh no, oh no, my mammy would cry
Besides my own daddy would beat me for sure
And never let me ride on the grey mare no more."

"I tell by your talk you're for one game of play
But you will not ride me nor my grey mare today
You'll rumple my muslin and uncurl my hair
I shouldn't be fit to be seen when I get to Horn Fair"

"Oh, oh, my pretty fair damsel, how can you say so?
It is my intention Horn Fair for to go
We'll join the best of company when we get there
With horns on our heads as fine as our hair"

There were the finest horns that you ever did behold
There were the finest horns, that were gilded with gold
So merrily, so merrily, Horn Fair we did go
Like jolly young couples all in a row

• Folk
• traditional
• London